Bhadra was overjoyed and went to humiliate Devasena. Kattappa arrived at that very mont. He was relieved that the perpetrator was caught, but he was very angry when Devasena was about to be humiliated.
However, he did not get the chance to act. Shivudu, who had been unconscious until now, suddenly woke up. It was as if hearing the cries of Devasena, his blood boiled with rage. Without a second thought, he pulled a sword from the horse next to him and chopped off the head of Bhadra.
"Yes, nice, nice!" Sarvesh exclaid loudly, feeling very happy with the result.
Kattappa was shocked as he saw the stump roll to his feet. He was happy in his heart that the bastard got to die, but he was even more disappointed in himself for failing to fulfill his obligation. In anger and self-loathing, he took out his spear, wanting to kill the perpetrator himself.
Devasena wanted to stop Kattappa and explain the misunderstanding, but she did not get the opportunity. Kattappa, who was not in a state to listen to anyone at that mont, rushed forward, looking straight at the back of the perpetrator. Shivudu, feeling danger from behind, turned around swiftly in an instant, causing all the dirt from his body to fly off, revealing his face and his eyes glowing amber, their light casting away even the darkest nights.
Looking at his face, Kattappa was shocked. He dropped his spear while running, and out of nowhere, he fell to his knees.
The montum slid him forward, and he scread, "Bahubali!"
Shivudu frowned. This was the third ti soone had called him by that na. But to his surprise, the next mont, Kattappa actually took his foot and placed it upon his head.
As the readers turned the page, they were captivated by an illustration depicting a majestic man standing on a hill, a bloody sword in his right hand, drenched in mud and blood. Beneath him knelt an old man, with the man's foot placed upon his forehead. The stormy backdrop and pouring rain added to the srizing scene.
Gangadhar clenched his fists, his blood boiling with excitent.
Kiran Poojari suddenly paused his reading and commissioned a painter to recreate the illustration into a painting, intending to hang it on his wall.
Shivudu felt overwhelming emotions rising in his heart, but he did not know what they were. At that mont, Avantika brought in reinforcents. The rebel leader, upon looking at the face of Shivudu, quickly dropped his weapon and knelt down. "Bahubali!" he exclaid.
The younger mbers among the rebels and the Maheshmati soldiers brought by Kattappa did not know what was happening, but since their leaders had knelt to this man, they soon followed. The sa was true for Avantika.
Kattappa soon explained the whole story about Amarendra Baahubali, father of Shiva, or as Shiva got to know his real na, Mahendra Baahubali.
The younger generation of both the rebels and the soldiers were surprised as they had not expected such a warrior to have existed in their kingdom. They looked at Shiva with so amazent.
Shiva was equally surprised, but he still rembered he had his mother to save. So he quickly went to the vault, put the key in, and dropped his blood onto the bowl. Amazingly, the door opened, once again proving Kattappa true. Thankfully like what he intended, he found the herbs required to treat his mother. When he was about to leave, he found a peculiar map that looked like a map of a cave leading to his tribe under the waterfall.
The rebels quickly decked up in weaponry and followed behind Shivudu, while Kattappa did the sa as he had now found the king and no longer had to give his allegiance to the usurper king.
Shivudu found the cave entrance unopened yet and quickly got down to the waterfall. Surprisingly, the outlet of the cave was blocked. Thankfully, he had people with him. Using his strength and with a little help, the rocks were removed. He quickly got to the tribe and treated his parents.
His mother and father recovered, which relieved him a lot.
"Co to think of it, old man, where is this great warrior? Can I et him?" Shiva asked.
Kattappa felt a wave of grief hit him. "He is no more you majesty. He is dead," he said, his eyes turning red.
Shiva was shocked. "A warrior who went against a whole army of 100,000—how could he just die? Who killed him?"
Kattappa collapsed to the ground, tears finally flowing out of his eyes. "The sinner who backstabbed Amarendra was none other than myself," he said.
"WHAT!" Raghavendra Kulkarni imdiately sat up, shocked.
"Wha- WHAT!" Priyanka Deshmukh widened her eyes, unable to believe the ending.
"WTF!" Edward Harrington, Andres Mickelson, and Dmitri Ivanov all exclaid, unable to believe the turn of events.
Raja Jayadwa Singha imdiately ordered, "Make an appointnt for with Her Majesty."
Raja Sarvesh Ranavikrama paced around his hall, unable to calm down.
Ardaser Athashbhan felt the rapid beating of his heart and said, "I'm too old for this shit."
Tamblot was unable to return to governance for the next few days.
Queen Laya wept bitterly.
King Ezdi Servan let out a deep breath, leaning back in his chair, trying to calm his turbulent emotions.
The reactions of readers were diverse; the emotions, on the other hand, were unified—it was absolute shock.
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This was the news headline on the front page of Bharatham Daily. Below the headline was the silhouette illustration of Kattappa backstabbing Amarendra Bahubali.
There were huge repercussions in society after the ending of the second volu was known to everyone.
"Your Majesty, the Empress, please reveal why Kattappa killed Amarendra Bahubali." Such questions ca to Kavya from all directions. Ahom King Raja Jayadwaj Singha, wife of Sarvesh Ranavikram Mahalakshmi, even Vijay's aunt, did not let Kavya go.
Vijay tried his best to block all the requests to et Kavya coming from the governnt, but still, there were so people whom even he couldn't stop. For example, Kavya's close friends like Latha Bhai or family mbers like her sister-in-law—they all pestered her incessantly.
Eventually, Kavya got annoyed, rejected every eting herself, and holed herself up in the studio room.
Vijay could only smile wryly. Baahubali, in his last life, caused a similar situation in society, but the craze in this era was even more intense. People really had too few sources of entertainnt, so when a novel like Baahubali—a once-in-a-lifeti creation—ca along, the movent it caused in society was not small.
"Baahubali is the greatest epic apart from Ramayana, Mahabharata, and Bhagavad Gita that ca out of the Bharatiya Empire," a literature professor in BIT Hoysala comnted.
"Baahubali: The Legend of Amarendra is the best work of Her Majesty, the Empress," Raja Jayadwaj Singh comnted when he was giving an interview to a reporter.
"I am looking forward to the third volu. I hope Her Majesty won't make us wait too long," Ramayya Senapati laughed as he comnted.
Such comnts from reputable people in the empire were pushed in the newspaper every day, increasing the popularity of the novel even more.
The first month the novel was released, the 200,000 copies that were prepared initially were imdiately sold out. Bookstore owners continuously placed orders with fervent desire. era was horrified to discover that she had to deliver at least 200,000 extra copies by the end of the week. She was horrified because if she could not deliver on ti, the situation that occurred the last ti would appear where a single copy would sell for five tis or even ten tis its price.
She had received stern orders from General Manager Bhaskaracharya to control the sales so as not to cause inflation, but in the end, she still underestimated the fa of Her Majesty coupled with the thods of propaganda she had used this ti around.
"Suspend the production of newspapers by a few hours for a week and continuously print the damn book," she ordered, gritting her teeth.
"But Director..." her assistant wanted to caution her, but she simply cut her off.
"Do as I say," she ordered sternly.
Fortunately, with the ergency asures taken by era, although 200,000 books could not be imdiately produced, 100,000 copies were possible. However, in order to make it happen, era had to delay the newspaper delivery by a few hours. But, at the end of the day, it was all worth it.
By the end of month two, *Bahubali: The Legend of Amarendra* had already sold 423,000 copies, making over 4 million Varaha with profits of several million.
Surprisingly, affected by the popularity of volu two, the sales of volu one were also revamped. The total sales of 950,000, which had co to a trickle, suddenly accelerated, and the numbers began to move up. By the end of month three, volu one had already crossed one million copies and was on the way to 1,100,000, while the second volu had already reached 700,000 copies. The jump in numbers was primarily because the sales in Europe once again exploded, and the rchants who had seen the profitability kept wanting more.
In the end, Kavya made the whole world wonder, "Why the hell did Kattappa kill Amarendra Bahubali?"
Vijay, who got the news, could only shake his head in amusent. 'Looks like Kavya has successfully turned *Bahubali* into an epic on the sa level as *Lord of the Rings.*'
P.S. I am sorry, for the love of God. I'm unable to trim it down. To those who enjoy this, I thank you; to those who don't, I'm sorry I can't help it. Hope you like the following chapters.
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